[British and American] the Joker Insists on Letting Me Be His "Robin"

Lightning warning: Contains hell jokes and adult feelings. Original protagonist, CP clown Slow pace, non-daily flow, lots of nonsense A large number of private settings and magic modifications The Joker insists that I be his Robin. But I'm just an accountant. Casimir, twenty-seven years old, accountant. I settled accounts with Penguin at the Iceberg Casino for six years, but the bastard boss wanted me to take the blame. He turned around and ran away, picking up his old job on the road, and was finally thrown into Arkham by Batman. Then the Joker escapes from prison. He put his arms around me and said, "From today on, you are my Robin." I said, "I'm an accountant." He was stunned for a moment. Then laughed. He bent over with laughter, and his whole body hung on my shoulders. "Accountant?" He said, "Then you can help me calculate the accounts." "What account?" He thought about it. "Guess." ——I'm still in Arkham. The clown didn't tell me what the score was. But all of Gotham thinks I'm his "Robin." Purpose: People must have the courage to live